An Unexpected Rant

Contrary to expectations, I dislike reading parenting columns and books. I don’t like them.

I find most parenting memoirs, handbooks, guidebooks, advice columns banal and uninteresting. I hate the moral superiority and the barely hidden but unacknowledged anger. I hate how much is unexpressed and how much is glossed over. Most of it sounds to me exactly like the unfriendly gynaecologist, the nosy neighbourhood aunty, the stupid aunts who coo around you with the single-minded intent of breaking your confidence and fanning your worst fears.

I like to find out things for myself. Status quo makes me angry. I hate it when people say, ‘its all right it will all get sorted in the end…’ as a way to calm you down without allowing you to challenge or change any unjust power equation. 

I only like to read about vulnerability. I like to read about impotent anger. I like stories of loss and reconciliation. I like stories that promise to start when they seem to end.
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About mydaughtersmum

"Because I'm a Tinker. That's who I am. Tinkers fix things. But I can't do it alone." (Pause for lots of action. Group Action......) "You did it, Tinker, you saved Spring!" I also have three children, one marriage, a million friends and one life.
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2 Responses to An Unexpected Rant

  1. Natasha says:

    <3 that is so reassuring.

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